Over the point of no returning
Future aside and Past
Where the immense cosmos borning
First time or may be last...
Where the Light & Dark met border,
Colours are turning grey
Moment decides & gives the order
Follow a new one way...
There is the place for life to flourish
And to the death to come
Place to create and to demolish
Civilization some
There are some people praying Devil,
Devils who praying God
They are the Good and they are Evil
And both the ways they not
There are the choice and fate together
There are no truth no lies
There is the climate not the weather
Gaze of the closed eyes
There are the dreams inside the cages
Wich will be opened once
There is the aim unseen for ages
Waiting for time to glance
19.04.2001
A dream
© Copyright: Romualdas Arm, 2003
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I remember the words of Dave Gilmour (Pink Floyd). Something about 'On the turning away from the weak and the weary...'.
I like your poem very much. It combines good ideas vivid shapes and strict colours.
'I'm in the doldrums and my eyes have lost the glitter
It doesn't matter what has happened with my heart.
The one who's sad, the one who's broken up the pretty
Will never pour again his soul in the life's cup...'
Yours sincerely,
Антон Ли Круковский 03.07.2003 22:11 • Заявить о нарушении
I like your poem very much. It combines good ideas vivid shapes and strict colours.
'I'm in the doldrums and my eyes have lost the glitter
It doesn't matter what has happened with my heart.
The one who's sad, the one who's broken up the pretty
Will never pour again his soul in the life's cup...'
Yours sincerely,
Антон Ли Круковский 03.07.2003 22:11 • Заявить о нарушении